I’m Not Your Only Friend

Do you have a blue canary in the outlet by the light switch who watches over you?

I do! Or at least I did until Diana moved him (or her — we’ve not yet determined the gender of said glowing plastic avian). Not to put too fine a point on it, but there are right places and wrong places for things. A blue canary not residing in the outlet by the light switch is in a decidedly precarious place, and there’s no telling what misfortunes might befall a bird in the wrong part of the house where vigilant hounds patrol in search of adventure.

Ah, well. Diana’s the only bee in my bonnet, so I suppose she gets a pass. What it really tells me is that she’s in dire need of undergoing a They Might Be Giants marathon for the purposes of full indoctrination. Then we’ll see if the canary goes missing again…

I'm Not Your Only Friend